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I looked up at the stairs one last time. How will I be able to resist such a man? Never in a million years would I have expected him to pull what he did. I would have put my money on him getting angry and chasing me out of the room rather than him coming so close to me.
Did he feel what I felt? Or was it just me?
I sighed. I can’t keep doing this. I need to get my mind off George.
CHAPTER6
GEORGE
The door closed and I rested my forehead and arms against the back of the door, trying to control my breathing as my muscles vibrated. Trying to control my body against what my brain was telling it was a Herculean task. I had to let her out of the room when I did because I was so close to doing something that I shouldn't.
I balled my hand in a fist, my nails digging into my palm. I had to do anything, anything at all, to distract myself from going after her and kissing her the way that I want to, holding her against me and making good use of my bed.
I stood straight and looked down at my erect penis. The poor guy couldn't understand why it can't get what it wants. Talk about a forbidden item.
She was somebody that I shouldn't dabble or mess with because the situation can get out of hand real fast. I doubt that Lily would be happy to know that I am involved with any of her friends and she seemed to care about this one more than the others.
How I have managed to survive the past week still remains an enigma to me. At first, when she came into work, she was supposed to be another person that blended into the background of my life, not somebody that stood out to me in every way.
I have had my fair share of women and I've been around them enough to not long after them like a pubescent boy. But when it came to Kat, she broke all the rules. She was the exception to the rule.
It didn't take me long to notice her and I couldn't stop watching. It's been a little over two months and I am still as attracted to her as at the very beginning. I ended up noticing the intricate details about her that I didn't even try to.
Like how she tapped her legs when she was distracted, or how she played with her hair when she was nervous, and the cute dimple that formed on a single cheek when she chewed and the way the sides of her lips curved higher when she smiled genuinely.
I have seen her watch me and I have seen desire in women enough to know the signs when I see it. I saw it in her. That made it worse; knowing that she looked at me when she thought I was not looking or that she was attracted to me made it a very difficult task to stay away from her.
When I came out of my bathroom to find her in my room, that was the last thing I was expecting, and initially I was thinking about how I was angry because the sheer idea of her in my bedroom alone brought things to me, and feelings that I have been trying so hard to suppress came crashing in.
When I saw the state of her dress and the way her clothes clung to her body leaving nothing to the imagination, I could see all of her. Her flat, milky white stomach and the top of her full breast, covered in a nude lace bra, and the way her nipples poked through her clothes, like it was begging to be touched and kissed.
I wanted to pay them the attention that they needed, but I had to hold myself back. My reaction to her was instant. It was a spontaneous desire, and my body was willing to oblige. It took decades of experience in the army and my steel control to hold my resolve back from breaking and me putting my hands on her, to hold her so I felt the softness of her body under my palms.
My phone buzzed and I walked to the coffee table in my room to pick it up, only to see that it was a text from Kesiena.
Marcus was right. I probably should end things with her already. She was starting to get clingy and for me, that was never an option. When they started to attach their emotions to things, I ended it before it got too far.
I have tried to call Kesiena to let her understand that things haven't changed, that it still remained a platonic sexual relationship, but the poor thing didn’t get it. Even as I read through her annoying text messages, it was not enough to down the desire in my body.
I headed back into the shower and opened the cold water over my head, trying to stop my thoughts from wandering to the scrumptious redhead that was in the room across the hall.
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I switchedthe phone from my left ear to my right. The conversation that I was having was the problem.
"We have been through this already. Don't make this hard on yourself," I told her, my voice carrying no empathy whatsoever.
She sighed. "Is there someone new?" she asked. I didn't have to see her to hear the pain in her voice, but there was nothing that I could do about it.
Before getting involved with her, I let her know what she was getting into, and she was fine with it until recently.
My eyes went to Kat that was across the hall. She was also having a phone conversation while looking for something on her desk.
"Yes,” I replied to her.
I didn't say this because it was true. I was not involved with Kat in any way. I said so because Kat had been the only one on my mind ever since that day that I saw her in my room, and also because I was already tired of Kesiena and her ways.
I wrapped up the conversation as quickly as I could and tried to focus on work. I opened my email that had a recent request from one of my clients and as I looked at the screen, the work slowly faded and my thoughts drifted to Kat again.
